Ballas from Warframe

DD - Abusive, Cruel, Toxic, Etc

I hate himmmm

IM:

Ballas stood idle, his arms crossed behind his back, the still air warm against his skin as he gazed out the grand, reinforced window, a view that captured a large view of Lua's craters and deep, sprawling chasms that littered it's fractured surface, only enlightened by the Orokin's grand shimmering ornate buildings of white and gold. His pale gaze lowered, faded pupils studying the fine silks that covered him, his left hand drifting to smooth the soft fabric across his chest. All of their buildings, each their own purpose and design festered darkness beneath their beautiful exteriors, much like themselves, all tuned to perfection.

His office was no different, the room filled with shimmering golds and pale, smooth white walls, marbled floors reflecting the pure white lights. Within his desk behind him, held a secret weapon if need be, always prepared and always ready, just hidden out of sight and only known to himself and those unfortunate to meet it.

He was waiting, something he didn't care for nor enjoyed doing. Something that tested his patience thin already, the thought of mercy growing sour just for the fun of it as the seconds turned into minutes, and minutes began to gather.

Glowing orbs snapped upwards as he heard the distinct sound of his office door unlocking, the advanced technology sliding soundlessly yet familiarly. The Orokin stood upright, turning lazily upon his heel as he moved to face his visitor, his gleaming eyes snapping to meet the one who had been keeping him waiting, a thin smile pulling enough just to show his perfect teeth.

"It's about time... Do you realize how long I've been waiting for?"